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Post by Waffu-Waffu on Jun 20, 2013 23:00:06 GMT -5
How We Got Here
It all began with a message from Starclan.
The end is drawing near You are the master of your fate But you cannot control destiny if you are no longer able to breathe.
The heavens will open The ground will crack The sun will beat down on you and break your back
The sky will fall The water will rise The forests will burn And not all will survive
Run rabbit run Before fate takes your breath and breaks your legs.
The clans were scared by this message that relayed their obvious doom. In the attempt to calm their clan mates, their leaders ignored the message and soon, the ominous words faded into rumors. Those who believed the rumors and valued their lives fled, abandoning their clan and their pride. They became scoundrels in the eyes of their former clan mates, and any that abandoned the clan were subject to the rage of those they left.
Sadly, these were the ones who survived, and who the present clans are descended from. The ones who stayed perished from starvation, trauma, or homicide from angry and hungry clanmates.
Those that left were able to survive for a long time, and their kits, armed with guile and adaptability, were able to live on as well.
The first kits were born all of one litter from a mother that had blood of all the clans coursing through her veins, and four kits would be destined to restore the clans, along with a fifth that was lost in history.
The first was to lead Thunder, for had the power of electricity in his paws. The second was to lead River, for fish like traits on his body. The third was to lead Wind, for feathers were already starting to show shortly after birth. The fourth was to lead Shadow, for his claws were like shovels. The last would lead nothing, for he would perish before he had the chance.
The brothers were treated like outsiders, but when the time came to test their abilities, they were superior to all their clan mates in certain tasks, such as swimming, and fighting. They became like gods in the eyes of their peers, and for that, they would repopulate and make more adaptations.
The fifth kit, however, would freeze and die before they reached 30 moons.
The cats found that their territories would no longer support them, and they were forced to part and find larger territories for themselves.
Thunder went to the dense jungle territory nearby and find plenty of food. River would go to the largest body of water and flourish there. Wind would go to the hills and use their speed and flight to prosper. Shadow would retreat underground and become great from beneath the feet of others.
The clans grew in size, and to this day, they live in relative peace, forever evolving and changing for the better.
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Post by Petrichor on Apr 4, 2015 17:48:02 GMT -5
Where We Are Now
Since relocating and growing in size, the Clans have had many tensions amongst themselves, with some having better luck than others. RiverClan has historically and presently been the most prosperous, because of the large amount of water surrounding the territories. ShadowClan has been less so, with most of the creatures below the earth small at best and deadly at worst.
This is especially true as of late; a few generations ago, a prey shortage took many lives throughout all Clans but one; RiverClan's fish were mainly unaffected by it. ShadowClan grew even weaker and was nearly wiped out whilst WindClan and ThunderClan looked enviously on at RiverClan's prosperity. This eventually resulted in a war between ThunderClan and RiverClan, with WindClan trying to discern who the winner would be so they would be in favour in the end.
That war ended when the prey returned, though many elder warriors who survived it still lick their wounds and hold grudges against the other Clans, as well as looking down upon the newer generations for taking the surplus of food for granted. ShadowClan is still attempting to come back from the dead, with the other Clans looking over them as a lost cause. Worse, many warriors miss the days of constant tension and attempt to stir trouble, as well as non-Clan cats attempting to gain as much advantage as possible.
Just when every cat thought that things couldn't get any stranger, another sort of cat rose from the deep sea, speaking of "gods" with strange appendages, claiming this land, especially that of RiverClan's, to be their own as well, as their gods had decreed it. This led to religious confusion among the cats, with fervent believers in both sides attempting to convert or else wipe out the other party.
Yes, this age carries quite a bit of conflict for the Clan cats. Will they survive these dilemmas and adapt as they always have, or will all of these new changes prove just too much for them?
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